Unexpected Apperances [Alistair]

[ALISTAIR ELIJAH MACMILLAN]

underdog just look at the mess you made`
IT'S SUCH A SHAME WE HAD TO FIND OUT THIS WAY

What he had said, Alistair had meant in complete jest. It was one of those moments where he had spoken and not really thought about it beforehand. It wasn’t very often that he did think over what he was going to say. It made him rather insensitive at times because he could be so blunt and honest and often quite offensive but he never usually meant to be. There were people in his life that he wouldn’t mind offending, that was true but Brice wasn’t one of those people. Still, luckily for Alistair, he hadn’t caught on to the fact that his friend had seen his words differently to how he had meant them and was consequently slightly worried about Al’s viewpoint. ”Thanks I think.” He grinned, frowning at the same time. ”I’d rather have intelligence over looks though I think.” He was a Ravenclaw through and through and that meant that the best attributes a person could have, according to Alistair were intelligence and a thirst for knowledge. What was the point in living through life if you weren’t going to learn about everything and push your intellect?

It settled Al down a little knowing that Brice’s family could be understanding about it all. In fact, Al reckoned he had an advantage with them being muggles since they wouldn’t have any automatic prejudices. Sure, they’d obviously be a little scare that their son turned into a bloodthirsty monster once a month but if Brice did well enough at convincing them that he had it all under control, that a fair amount of people within the wizarding world lived quite successfully with the condition (Al was careful to refer to it as a ‘condition’ not a ‘disease’) then everything should be okay. Alistair found it quite strange that he was having to convince himself that Brice’s family was going to be okay with it. He supposed that he wanted his friend to suffer as little as possible.

Once again, the Ravenclaw tried to put himself in the other male’s shoes. What if he had to go and tell his parents and sister that he had caught lycanthropy? His parents were pureblood and proud, they liked their normality, they conformed to the social norms, Al was certain that they’d be not only shocked but ashamed that Al had tainted their perfect bloodline, brought home this curse that meant that their family was no longer the optimum. He didn’t think that they’d go to the lengths of disowning him but Alistair would feel like he’d greatly let them down anyway, even though it obviously wouldn’t be his fault. His parents would forever give him that look, see him as somebody different. It was the sort of look he imagined he’d get if he brought a half-blood or muggleborn girl home.

”Hollywood?” Alistair cocked his head to one side, confused and interested all at the same time. This was another part of Brice that had drawn Alistair to him; the fact that he was muggleborn and Alistair was pureblood. Therefore Al had been completely ignorant to the muggle world until his friend came along and started spouting stuff about electricity and microwaves and all of a sudden he caught Al’s attention. Over the years, the Ravenclaw had become quite knowledgeable but there were so many differences and so much still to learn. He had debated over taking muggle studies in his third year since he did find the other world very fascinating but arithmancy and ancient runes were just too good to pass up in his opinion and so he never ended up taking it. Besides, with friends like Brice he found that he learned quite a lot, even if they could get a little frustrated with his ignorance.

Alistair’s eyes widened at the idea that muggles thought it necessary to have to kill werewolves repeatedly. It made him feel sick to his stomach that if anyone in the muggle community discovered and was convinced that Brice was a werewolf that they would want to completely destroy his body over and over again... it wasn’t a very nice train of thought that was sure. He gulped, his mouth gone very dry all of a sudden. ”But muggles don’t actually believe that werewolves exist.” Alistair said, almost trying to convince himself rather than Brice that he was safe from lunatic muggle extremists. ”Do they?”

Alistair looked affronted. ”Of course studying comes first!” He shook his head, having one of those moments when he wondered whether these two knew each other at all. ”You work hard, to play hard.” He could get the balance just about right. It wasn’t like he was out every other week downing vodka shots and getting completely off his face. Not at all, he just looked forward to the weekends when he was able to do that. In honesty, he didn’t go out that much at all, school work took up most of his time during the week and Saturdays and Sundays as well. He just had a passion for letting loose completely when he got the chance and he didn’t understand Brice’s reluctance one bit. ”Because it’s fun.” He said simply as if those were the words that were going to convince. Admittedly, Al was a bit of a lightweight and he could never avoid having a hangover whatever he did to try and prevent one. Every time he would make Sunday’s vow to never drink again but of course, you never stuck to it. ”It’s easy to forget the imminent hangover when someone’s encouraging you to go out. Well, for most people.” He added, teasing lightly.

He snorted, remembering quite clearly physically dragging Brice from the Ravenclaw common room. He shrugged, thinking that this really was a huge improvement so he probably shouldn’t push his luck else he might back out completely. ”Fair.” He agreed, placing his empty bottle down carefully on an unpacked box, determined to not break anymore glass in his friend’s new home. ”I’m glad. Because there’s nothing worse than trying to drink something you could probably strip the paint from your walls with.” He screwed up his face, remembering all the awful concoctions he’d shoved down his throat in the past.

WORDS: 1037
TAG: brice and alistair keepin' it real
LYRICS: you me at six - underdog
NOTES: I'm sorry for the wait!

[BRICE PAUL BECKETT]

Brice had never really considered Alistair a stupid individual. Sure there were times that he didn't use his head (and no matter what Alistair said there was just something that seemed foolish about drinking beer after beer for no real reason) but never once had he thought him unintelligent. But then again the wizard was all too wrapped up in his own need for knowledge and not whether or not his friend knew all there was to know. And even if he had really sat down and thought about it, there wasn't a chance that Brice could make a comment and not come out a hypocrite. Perhaps there were somethings that Brice was better at (of course there were more then a few things that Alistair was good at and he wasn't. Flying for example was something he never could get the hang of and there were other things too) but it did not mean at all that it made the wizard any smarter then his friend. In fact, he worked his arse off to keep his grades up and for the life of him, even though he was now out of school, he could yet to manage to understand exactly how anyone could find ancient runes an interesting class. Oh, and the history of magic was quick to be something he never understood either. Sure it was interesting for the first few months and then it just got duller from there. But as for intelligence and looks being something that could be traded, well, he really wasn't sure that he himself would want things any different. Unless, there was a way he could get rid of his current ailment. There were more then a few things that he'd trade for his life back but fate was not something that could be bartered with. Once the die is cast, what is rolled his final and forever. "Whatever you say, Alistair. You wouldn't be the same person if you traded all your looks for extra smarts."

Really he liked Alistair just the way he was but maybe that was just because there were so few things in his life that was currently the same, that a single thing that was really was something that he found himself wanting to hold onto. But the wizard was still no where near as sure as the younger wizard as to how his family would react. In a perfect world they would focus more on the fact that at least he was still alive and they would be happy with that but for some reason his own mind couldn't stop thinking himself about those old muggle films about werewolves attacking people and things like that. If he thought about that what was stopping them from thinking the same? Brice blinked at his friend, his expression puzzled as Alistair repeated Hollywood as if he had never heard the word before and then the light blub finally clicked in his head. Sometimes it was hard for the wizard to remember that his friend was pureblood and thus not well versed in what went on in the muggle world. It was not something that Brice liked to hold over his friend's head but there was that honest part of him that had to admit that he felt it a bit of an equalizer considering Alistair knew much more then him about the wizarding world. But all that aside the former Ravenclaw was just happy that his friend was not like so many of the purebloods that he had met during the time that he was at school. That sort that wouldn't have pissed on him if he was on fire. Yeah, that lot. Really he was always amazed at how they managed to not run into a wall or something considering how often they seemed to walk with their noses so high in the air. But that was something that he never did voice completely to Alistair, considering he did not really know the rest of his family. No sense in insulting someone's relatives.

"I don't know why I always forget that you don't know... Hollywood. Big muggle city in America pretty much crawling with famous muggles who star in movies, television, things like that." He shrugged. "They also tend to create all sorts of standards for various things muggles consider fantasy. Not saying muggles here don't manage it on the same level my brother just went through this faze where he was watching loads of American horror flicks." He hadn't really enjoyed his brother's taste in movies during that time, while some where entertaining there were more then a few that had kept him up at night and gave him some rather vivid nightmares but that was something he really didn't care to go into with Alistair. The whole thing was just dangerously close to bed wetting and embarrassing pictures territory and that was something that he was not keen to tread on right now or ever for that matter. "Have you seen a film yet?" Brice asked, while the topic was on his mind. "I know I said you needed to see one but you hadn't yet. We really must go when you have time. Have to see what's playing. I'll have to get a paper, the one I have is a little old." The wizard began sifting through some papers before he produced it regardless of its age. "Care to humour yourself with the non-moving photographs?" He offered the paper to his friend, not entirely sure if Alistair even was still amused by such things but it was just something that was going to get binned other wise so it wasn't like he was out anything one way or the other.

Though the wizard had not given much thought to muggles actually doing something about werewolves until the younger Ravenclaw continued with a question. Despite how somber the topic was, Brice couldn't stop a smile from forming. For some reason his friend's worried tone was funny. But it was true that the other wizard didn't really know muggles that well and it was safe to say that it was a fair question even if it was a little funny. Brice shook his head. "No, of course not. There's a few in the world that think other wise but overall they're quite happy to think them nothing more then creatures in movies." He paused, "Its just that in those movies, they always kill the werewolf in the end." As much as it really did annoy him (even if muggles did think that werewolves were fiction) that werewolves were always viewed as evil town murdering beasts it wasn't something that surprised him. And if he were honest with himself, they did have every right to kill the werewolf if it was picking them off one by one. There was a difference between one that wanted to be human and one that loved the taste of human flesh. "Plus muggles have this whole idea that werewolves fear silver. Burns them. So even if they did find one it wouldn't have a happy ending. For the muggle anyway." The whole thing never did make sense to him but that was just the way it was when muggles thought something to be fiction so many of them just took the idea and twisted it however they wanted. It was hard to be accurate when there were no facts.

"But don't worry, Alistair. I don't plan on meeting up with anyone during the full moon and there won't be any muggles running through the whole torch and pitchfork routine." At least he would continue to hope that nothing like that would ever happen from magical folk or muggle. He had enough problems without having to deal with angry townsfolk hunting him down like, well, a dog. But still the general talk of going out for an evening was something that was far more agreeable then visualizing himself in that sort of horror movie type atmosphere. And for one of the few times in his life he was actually looking forward to going out (not that he was going to inform Alistair of that!) while he really did not plan on letting go of things all together, it was still something that was a lot nicer then going through the same dull paces day after day. Even though there was a lack of understanding for the wizard in the theory of working hard to play hard, he still nodded. Really it should have not lacked understanding but the whole thing was something that Brice never really could understand and it was safe to say that was because of his family. While he couldn't blame them for everything they weren't exactly the type to live by that theory. In fact, his father had said many times over that 'he was born to work and he would probably die working' thus it was more then likely that thought process in itself that kept the wizard from letting loose as it were. His family may not have been right wing lunatics, but they were sure uptight about playing when there was still work to be done.

Brice had no intentions of not having fun at least a little bit, because working all the time would surely be enough to cause the werewolf to lose his mind as Alistair had said and that was something that he was not all together keen on allowing to happen. The whole thing really was a double edged sword and something that he was going to have to take one step at a time but it was also something that he was going to have to keep Alistair in the dark about. Last thing he needed was his friend realizing that there were certain things that Brice Beckett really wasn't such a stick in the mud about, not to mention that he had changed after that very large dog tried to kill him. Still Alistair's pace and Brice's were no where near the same and thus it was better to continue to drag his his feet then it was to give in because he knew without a doubt he'd be very sorry if he did. And there was that small fact that he wasn't sure if he did want to let go at the moment as much as Alistair was suggesting. "We'll just have to see how that goes." As the bottom line was, he didn't like a certain lack of control that came with just relaxing. He had to deal with that every full moon and that was unpleasant enough. "They make some that can strip paint?" He asked. "You must tell me what brand. I really want to repaint this place, that'd make my job a lot easier." He smirked. Even if his friend was kidding there was something funny about using beer on one's walls then it was drinking the stuff.

"Anyway, we need to figure out some dates." Even if it was odd of him to actually be willing to go out. "I'm clear next weekend, but not the one after. Full moon's on that Friday, plan on spending those days sleeping and repairing whatever I end up destroying." Yup, that was going to be one fun filled weekend. But he wasn't looking forward to seeing how he faired when transforming indoors. Hopefully he didn't do too much damage to the sofa.

Words;; 1,907
Outfit;; Muggle clothes of some sort. Too lazy to make something
Tagged;; Alistair dear
Notes;; Tadaa!
Lyric Credit;; Inside My Head. Digital Summer.

[ALISTAIR ELIJAH MACMILLAN]

underdog just look at the mess you made`
IT'S SUCH A SHAME WE HAD TO FIND OUT THIS WAY

He snorted, a little bashfully at his friend’s words and also feeling a little guilty that the conversation had swung to him. Wasn’t that a little self-centred? Shouldn’t he be trying to help Brice? Although he didn’t think there was a lot more he could do and he supposed one of the best things he could do was offer a distraction. And Alistair was most certainly good at coming up with distractions. Not that he ever really procrastinated himself. He was generally quite focused, liked to get things finished once he’d started them and would be able to work at it until he did because the idea of leaving things unfinished was unwelcome to him. He had to be organized and on top of what he had to do, that way, he was in control. And it also meant he had everything done early and so he had time to be a distraction and get distracted. He often wished everyone were more like him because there was nothing worse than having free time on your hands but no one to spend it with because they were all busy doing work.

Al could see that it took a moment or two for Brice to realise that it was lack of muggle knowledge that was confusing him. He listened intently, storing the new information in his mind so that next time he wouldn’t be so ignorant. Sometimes, it irritated him that he wasn’t as up to date with what went on in the Muggle world since he prided himself on his intelligence and his lack of understanding when it came to Muggles often made him feel like a bit of an idiot. But he always reasoned with himself that there was so much to know and he didn’t exactly have a lot of ways to learn about it. He made a mental note to pick up some books from the library. It looked like he already had a lot of reading to do this term. That thought made him very happy. He was quite pleased that he understood all of what was told to him. There had been a time when the word ‘television’ would have had him stumped but he was wiser these days.

”Um, no, can’t be doing with horror.” Alistair shook his head, cringing slightly. ”Blood...” He repressed a shudder and rubbed his stomach which was beginning to turn just at the thought of what horrific things might be seen if he were ever to watch one of these American horror flicks. He wasn’t too bothered about admitting to Brice that he wouldn’t be a fan since he was pretty sure his friend had been around when he’d freaked out about having a nosebleed. That was always an embarrassing moment, fainting at the sight of blood. He’d quickly learned to get the hell out of there whenever someone had some sort of injury so as not to risk humiliating himself and throwing up in front of everyone. He really was very squeamish and he had used to try and hide it but when half the school had seen you faint during a quidditch match because someone had been hit in the head by a bludger. His captain hadn’t been amused since it lost them the game; she threatened to kick him off the team, saying he was a liability. Even his own blood made him feel ill which wasn’t very good considering he played beater on the quidditch team and he had missed a fair few bludgers in his time. The thought that the flying ball could cause him to bleed however had soon sharpened up his aim.

His eyes lit up like an excited schoolboy on Christmas Eve at the prospect of seeing a movie. ”I haven’t, no.” He’d spent hours laughing at the television when he’d first encountered one, not once paying attention to the storyline of the drama he was supposed to be watching, just being captivated by the colours and movement and wondering how the hell it worked. He hoped Brice meant this because Al would badger him constantly until he took him. ”Lets!” He said eagerly. ”Can we go by muggle transport?” Walking through London to get to King’s Cross, Alistair had seen countless ‘London Underground’ signposts and lots of buses drive by and he was quite keen to experience it. Alistair chuckled, taking the paper and shaking his head at the front page, the motionless picture of what he assumed was some Muggle politician shaking hands with some other important person. ”It doesn’t move.” He said, more to himself, still disbelieving to this very day. He then turned over to the back where the sports pages were, again, never failing to be surprised that it wasn’t quidditch that dominated the headlines but football. ”It’s so strange. Can I keep this?” He asked, holding it up, thinking he would put it in his box of keep-able items.

Folding the newspaper up, he listened once more, his expression turning sombre at the mention of the werewolves always being killed in the end. It hadn’t exactly been the encouragement he’d been looking for although he was relieved to hear that the majority of muggles did still think them to be works of fiction. He snorted dryly at the idea of a poor muggle standing up to a werewolf with just a silver knife to protect himself. No wonder muggles hardly ever survived werewolf attacks; their knowledge on the subject was laughable, though admittedly through no fault of their own. He smiled, not really feeling happy but wanting to show Brice that he wasn’t going to worry. ”I’m sure torches and pitchforks are a little outdated anyway,” He joked, ”So I’m not too worried.” It wasn’t his words, but his expression that told Brice he knew that it would all be okay.

Work hard, to play hard, it was a very middle class way of thinking. But then that’s what Alistair was from, a well-off pureblood family who instilled hard work in him, (they did not believe in living off their inheritance, although the Macmillan’s weren’t half as wealthy as some of the more aristocratic and extremist families) but that hard work should always lead to a reward. He snorted once more. ”Trust me, you don’t want to go near the stuff. Forget just stripping the place, I think it’d burn holes in the wall.” He said, casting his gaze around the place. The conversation turned back to organizing this night out and Alistair couldn’t help but laugh at Brice’s words. He quickly stopped, realising it was really quite insensitive of him. ”Sorry. He said quickly, covering his hand over his mouth. For some reason, the idea of Brice transforming in his living room amused him, possibly because Alistair didn’t think it was a wise idea. ”You’re going to do it here?” He asked, eyebrow quirked. ”Have you got a basement or something so you don’t have to risk ruining your possessions?” He didn’t want to ask and make Brice uncomfortable but werewolves could make a lot of noise, the last thing he needed was the neighbours calling the ministry out. ”Next weekend works for me.” He added; keen to put it down in Brice’s diary for him. Probably underline it several times. Night out with Alistair.

WORDS: 1220
TAG: brice and alistair keepin' it real
LYRICS: you me at six - underdog
NOTES: - - -

[BRICE PAUL BECKETT]

Honestly Brice was grateful for the various distractions that had been tossed his way in the short time that Alistair had barged back into his life. As what it boiled down to other wise would equal nothing less then the former Ravenclaw practically obsessing over the recent events that had taken place, not to mention everything else from what he was going to do if the wrong sort found out about his condition to how he was going to keep his job. Yeah, there were more then a few things that seemed to play over and over in the wizard's head and the sad fact of the matter was that he was no closer to discovering answers to the questions that had been plaguing him for months now. But at the very least he was far better off then he was a few months ago, the reaction to the fact that his life was over as he knew it was one that had been very far from pretty. Unable to return home out of fear for his family and even more fear for their reaction and the lack of a paycheck to afford the lodgings that he had selected for himself, there for a while Brice Beckett had been living out of a tent. Though while it looked just like any other muggle tent on the outside the inside did make it bearable considering tents didn't normally have a small house in them and fitted with a stove. While that wasn't unbearable the whole thing was not to his liking, having to move every few days and when it came to getting food things had become more then slightly grim. Indeed, the whole event was something that he did not care to repeat and the reaction in itself was one that he was almost ashamed of. Seemed almost like he behaved like a child instead of an adult, running away as he did but at the time he didn't know what else to do. Regardless, Alistair's distractions really were welcomed and then some.

Though as the topics shifted from one to another, the thought of blood gave a whole different reaction for Brice then it did his friend. Well versed in Alistair's fainting habit at the sight of the red substance, he himself had become his friend's opposite. During his time at school, while blood had never been something that caused him great amounts of grief it had not been something he really enjoyed. More then anything it was just where he was forced to put on his game face and to deal with the problem as quickly as possible. Now, that had become a different matter entirely. The mere word caused the wizard's stomach to growl, a little reminder that he had yet to eat lunch as well as one reminding that he was no longer human. There was a monster, a beast, living beneath his human exterior and as much as it sickened him there was a certain desire, craving to taste it, even untransformed. The only saving grace was his will power and self control when the moon was not full otherwise he may have found himself trying to try a drop by now. Though that was not saying that the werewolf was at all accustom or happy about the feelings that he felt towards blood. In fact, it was quite the opposite and when he had first had those feelings there were more then a few times where he had been sick to his stomach over what was happening to him. After several months he had come to accept that he was going to have those feelings but there was no law that he had to like them. "Whoa. Poor timing." He commented at his stomach's reaction. There really was no desire anywhere to inform his friend that there was more going on beneath the surface. Surely Alistair had some ideas having been in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes and coming from a wizarding family but there was no point in causing Alistair to be nervous about his friend trying to sink his teeth into him or something. Even if a raw, bloody piece of meat seemed more then pleasing right now.

Brice was quick to block out the dark thoughts of blood and instead replaced them with the humour that he was feeling toward Alistair's sudden overzealousness at the prospect of being able to see a muggle film. In fact, the whole thing made him laugh a bit at his friend's antics. It never ceased to amaze the wizard of how common day to day things like transportation, billboards, parking meters and television seemed to be a foreign concept to a pureblood witch or wizard. Not that he could say much considering he found himself at a complete loss when he had first learned about traveling by floo (and that was still one thing that he really didn't care for) wands and all sorts of things of that nature. So it was something that was a two way street no less. Though Brice had to admit that it was surely something left to a pureblood wizard to actually request traveling by muggle means as appose to things that were so much faster. But there wasn't a chance that he was going to complain about such things, after all, it wasn't something that he found himself unlearned about and it was a lot better then going out and getting drunk. "I think that can be arranged." He replied cheerfully. "Give me a few weeks to get a paper. Really isn't hard to get one I just don't plan on being in London till then." He couldn't help but add. "And I'll even spring for the extra couple pounds and get you some popcorn. No movie experience is complete without that!" Though oddly enough for some reason or another Brice had never gotten in the habit of eating popcorn during any of the films he had seen but Alistair having never been to one it was only fair. But it was safe to say considering he was paying for everything (at least he would guess) had Alistair been a woman there had to be certain expectations of putting out by the end. That was something, however, Brice thought better of not saying.

"Feel free." Brice retorted, waving a hand dismissively. "I planned on binning it otherwise." Both moving and non-moving photographs had lost their appeal to him ages ago but perhaps it was just the way it was when a person remained between worlds and not just in one. Even with his friend's love for knowledge, Alistair was still very linear in the way things were presented to him. Even if being a pureblood in Alistair's case was not something that caused Brice to wince, he often wondered if there were times where there were still the same standards set. Families remaining pure and all even in ones where they really were less stupid then others. Was there a chance that Alistair's family held some level of fear over muggles? And why could he not recall the answer or whether or not they had even discussed it? Perhaps that was just the way things were. To be fair Brice himself had never really prattled on and on about his family, he did not expect Alistair to spill his guts on the subject. "I'm not worried either." The wizard agreed about torches and pitchforks being outdated. "They'd have to find me first anyway. Some feat with all these anti-muggle measures in place." And that was no kidding that was for sure. But even without that there wasn't much for the wizard to fret over, just like the wizarding families, muggles did have a tendency to be hopelessly self absorbed and thus would never waste the time or so much as notice a werewolf.

Alistair's laughter almost confirmed something for the wizard even if it was a spontaneous reaction and not at all meant rudely. His whole idea of his transformation location really was nothing short of laughable. "Not really. There's a cellar but its not really big enough to store anything in." Brice rubbed at the back of his neck, nerves getting the better of him again. "I don't know what else to do. I've been doing it outside, since I started, but its dangerous. There's only so much I can do." Brice paused, taking a rather large swig of his beer. "I came to my senses a little too close to some muggle houses last time. Figured inside would be better." At least that was the idea and he would be destroying his property (and odds were drawing more then a little blood from himself) instead of running the risk of harming some innocent person. Though the idea was filled with holes. Brice looked to his friend, expression hopeful that there was some amount of suggestions to be found. There was a good week and some remaining but still sooner or later he was going to have to transform somewhere whether things were ideal or not.

But at least on the bright side there would be something worth looking forward to next week before his week of hell began. "Yeah, sounds good to me. You know more places then I do so its up to you to decide where." Well, that was a given but at least there was a certain amount of freedom in not having to think that up because when it came down to it, he had more then enough to think about and most of it was of a furry nature.

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Outfit;; Muggle clothes of some sort. Too lazy to make something
Tagged;; Alistair dear
Notes;; Sorry for the wait, love.
Lyric Credit;; Inside My Head. Digital Summer.

[ALISTAIR ELIJAH MACMILLAN]

underdog just look at the mess you made`
IT'S SUCH A SHAME WE HAD TO FIND OUT THIS WAY

Brice’s stomach rumbling did not go unnoticed by Alistair but he gave him nothing more than a wry smile in reply. As was the norm with Al, he hadn’t exactly thought his words through before saying them aloud and of course the topic of blood was going to bring up more than a few insecurities in Brice now as well as Alistair. Defence against the dark arts might not have been his favourite subject but he knew more than enough about werewolves to know that blood was their choice of the day. He made no comment on it though, internally and externally forcing his reaction to be calm. So maybe there was now a part of Brice that would more than happily chomp on his leg. So maybe in the future he’d be a little bit more careful about not injuring himself around his friend. But that was alright because he was always quite careful about not injuring himself anyway due to his own fear of blood. Of course they both had different motivations for wanting to avoid the stuff (although, not that Al liked to think about it, but he supposed the beast within Brice wouldn’t pass up a few chunks of his bleeding flesh) but it required the same action; trying to keep away from blood. Something that he was more than happy to cooperate with.

He bit his lip, aware that he was indeed acting like a little kid who had just been allowed twenty minutes free reign in a sweet shop but he couldn’t help but continue to grin; especially when he saw the amused expression on the older wizard’s face. He really wasn’t your typical pureblood what with this wanting to integrate himself within muggle society and learn about their way of life. His rather old-fashioned parents (at least, that’s how Alistair viewed them as) were rather more ignorant and really didn’t care too much. His father was even averse to get into a car to take them to the train station every September and he certainly didn’t know how to drive one. Alistair however had added learning to drive to his bucket list. For an ordinary muggle or half-blood that was probably a standard thing to learn but for a pureblood wizard like Alistair, it was much more of an experience and he’d consider it important and be proud that he could.

”Great! I'll pay you back.” He said enthusiastically; keen to have the full muggle cinema experience. He wondered how on earth he was going to pay for it since he didn’t own muggle money (it was so confusing, so many different coins and even notes!) though he knew you could change your knuts, sickles and galleons at Gringotts. He was slightly opposed to getting sidetracked by a visit to Diagon Alley however; he wanted a purely muggle day. Perhaps he would work out the exchange rate and pay Brice back in wizard currency. He hardly thought it fair to let his friend, who was probably on minimum wage, pay for him. ”Is it bad that I might be looking forward to this more than our night out?” He grinned, admittedly slightly shocked by that himself. Al took another glee filled look down at the newspaper in his hands before rolling it up like a scroll. ”Cheers, thanks mate.” He had gone to shove it inside his jacket before remembering that he hadn’t brought one since the weather was unusually hot.

”Well yeah, that’s true.” He admitted in agreement to Brice’s comment about anti-muggle measures. Hogsmeade was purely wizarding and the ministry was very keen to keep it that way; especially with its close proximity to Hogwarts School. He supposed as well, that people these days were rather more isolated and segregated even within tighter knit communities like Hogsmeade. There was a war coming on and people were becoming more and more distrustful of everyone around them. It would be interesting to see if that worked in Brice’s favour; Al was hoping that it would since he didn’t want anything to ruin the re-building of his life. It must be such a tentative, stressful way to live; having to build the blocks of his life together again, hoping and praying that nothing came along and knocked the precariously balanced pieces over again.

All he could do was return Brice’s helpless look. He wished he had a solution for him or the perfect remedy, but he didn’t. He wracked his brains, searching his mind for an idea, but each one that he came up with was more ludicrous than the previous. ”You could do it in the forbidden forest?” He suggested weakly. It was rumoured that there were werewolves in there anyway; maybe that meant there was some sort on enchantment there, keeping them in? But of course it was all just rumour and hearsay and the idea of Brice transforming so close to a school full of children was just as alarming to Alistair as hearing about him getting close to muggle dwellings. Yet again, he did well not to let the internal panic show on his face. ”I really don’t know... I’d say tie yourself up but that would probably make things worse.” Suggesting places and scenarios was making him feel quite uncomfortable and he was reluctant to let that show since he didn’t want to worry his friend more but it really did freak Alistair out. He didn’t want to offend him either; it was a tricky tightrope to balance on.

He stood up, stretching and pushed the Muggle newspaper into his back pocket, patting it twice to make sure it stayed put. ”Well, I best leave you to it then, mate. Don’t want people wondering where I’ve disappeared off too.” He rolled his eyes, because really no one cared where he went, which if he was being honest was rather a good thing. He held out his hand, his formal, pompous pureblooded-ness coming out of him now. ”I’ll owl you about this weekend. Brice, don’t be a stranger.” He commented softly, looking him seriously in the eye. If Alistair had to hunt him down again, he wouldn’t be half as nice about it the next time.

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TAG: brice and alistairrrrrrr
LYRICS: you me at six - underdog
NOTES: sorry for the wait!

[BRICE PAUL BECKETT]

Even though it was going to be far from the first time that he was going to have the pleasure of seeing a film, there was no denying that the older of the two was also looking forward to such an event. It had been too long since he had stuffed himself into a crammed theater and saw a film of any kind. Though there was a part of him that wasn't looking forward to trying to figure out a movie that they could watch without Alistair fainting dead away and he himself having a massive blood lust attack. Sure they did made movies without blood, it was just a hope that it was something that would be worth seeing. Odds were it was going to leave them with some sort of cheesy romance girls flocked to or some sort of children's film. Hopefully, Alistair wouldn't find the mind to care even if that was what their options were down to. More then likely, he would be more entertained by the general concept, he wouldn't mind the lack of stimulating plot lines and various scenes of violence that really no movie was complete without. But really for the sake of both of them it really was better to play it safe just so there weren't any awkward moments. Still the film was only half of everything that was going to be going on. Surely there would be more then a few interesting things to keep the younger Ravenclaw happy having to go by muggle transport and things like that. There was no denying that Brice felt that only a pureblood would find it fun to travel the hard way when it wasn't a requirement but that was still something that he was not going to deny Alistair. Just as long as his muggle clothes selection didn't make him look as if he had gotten dressed in the dark. Some wizards honestly did look like the dog's dinner when it came to dressing in muggle clothes, that was for sure.

"I'm not too worried about it." And Brice really wasn't. Even though he didn't have much money to his name and his rent had a tendency to take most of his paycheck, the last thing he really worried about was having to pay for what Alistair was going to need for the day. Plus it was not as if the wizard himself didn't gain at least a little something out of the outing. It had been so long since he had gone to the movies, that he wasn't going to complain even if there was that part of him that had a small tenancy to cross four lanes of traffic for a pound coin. With friends things really were different. "What a coincidence, so am I." The wizard grinned, unable to help himself. But it went without saying that he was never one for the whole idea of going on a night out. While the near death experience he had been through did make him change his tune at least a little bit there was still a part of the wizard that was kicking himself for agreeing already. Though a promise was a promise and there was no denying that Alistair would just show up and drag him out of the house forcibly. It had happened more then a few times during their Hogwarts days and there really was nothing stopping him from having that process repeated again. Plus even if it wasn't his sort of thing, he did require something to at least look forward to. Anything was better then being stuck in a repetitive hell night after night. Still he didn't want to give Alistair that information.

Though with the conversation shifting back to his condition and what it was he was going to do about transformations, the humour in almost everything had completely faded. The fact of the matter was, when it came to thinking about the fact that he was going to lose his mind he found himself terrified. Everything about it caused his blood to run cold, even chills tried to form. That really was the worst part of what he had to go through and why he was even hope that his friend would have any sort of reassuring words on the subject, he did not know. Odds were Alistair was as close to the same level of terrified as he was. "I thought about that actually." Brice replied, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I mean, it is a big forest. Wouldn't need the whole thing and I know more then a few anti-dark magic spells that might help." He still found fate sick for giving him a talent in that field of magic only to have him using it on himself. Regardless, he was still unsure. There were rumors of werewolves living in the forest but he had never quite believed them but more worrisome then anything was whether or not his spells would be enough to keep him from finding his way into Hogsmeade or worse... onto the Hogwarts grounds. But, as much as he hated to say it, it was perhaps better then trying to keep the neighbours from figuring out what lived next door. At least it was something he had to think about. "Thought about that too. Least there's options." He replied allowing the subject to drop with that, even though his mind continued to formulate ideas. He didn't want Alistair to feel obligated to come up with anymore then he had.

Brice smiled at his friend, shaking hands with the Ravenclaw. Honestly even as a muggle he wondered why the custom was so widely used among friends, but that was for another time. "Well, you know where I live." Brice said with a chuckle. "Though next time bring a house warming gift, won't you?" He winked, teasing. In all honesty he had given the older wizard a rather large gift today. He had actually given him a part of his life back.

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Outfit;; Muggle clothes of some sort. Too lazy to make something
Tagged;; Alistair dear
Notes;; Sorry for the wait, love. Almost done?
Lyric Credit;; Inside My Head. Digital Summer.